(Triolet – certain lines have to be repeated word-for-word in a specific order throughout the poem, changing only in punctuation.)
My words can say anything I want,
but the truth is that what I really think
is bleeding through. And whether or not
my words can say anything, I want
to force them to do as I feel they ought
to do. So now that I’ve set this in ink:
“My words can say anything I want
but the truth.” — is that what I really think?